Page 70 of The Fated and the Damned
Kitarni shifted under my touch as I trailed a thumb down her bare shoulders, the roundness of her ass, then around and lower still as I slid my fingers through her wetness. She squeezed her legs together, making a frustrated noise as I pulled my hands higher up. I slapped her cheek hard enough to leave a print and she moaned in surprise.
Kicking her legs apart, I bent her over and kneeled before my queen, feasting on her, lapping before sucking at her clit. She was so gods damned wet. “I’m close,” she whispered breathily, and I smiled against her.
“Scream for me darling.”
She shuddered against my lips, crying out, her palms slapping against the stone as she bent over, giving me better access to her as I drowned in her juices. But I wasn’t done yet. Not nearly.
I picked my hellcat up and lay her gently on the bed, placing my palms either side of her head as I kissed her deeply, then moved to her shapely breasts. I pinched one peaked nipple, then the other, sucking on each one to lessen the hurt. She groaned at the pain-turned-pleasure, bucking into my touch as I put one finger inside her, pumping before adding a second, then a third, filling her up.
Her hands roved over her breasts before she grabbed my scalp, raking her fingernails over my hair. I hummed at the massage, rewarding her as I removed my fingers and circled her most sensitive nerves, switching between flicking with my tongue and my finger. She only shoved my head against her harder, and I chuckled as her back arched and she climaxed again, her hands fisting the furs on the bed.
Kitarni smiled at me when she was finished, licking her lips with a hungry gleam in her eye. “Stand up,” she commanded. I did as she said, a crooked grin on my face at her bossiness.
She untied my pants and I shucked them off lazily, groaning as she slid her hand over my cock, licking the precum beading at the tip. Her eyes danced with mischief as she rose, circling around me before pressing a hand to my chest and pushing me to sitting at the edge of the bed.
Her knees hit the stone and I gasped as her hand curled around my base. She slipped me into her mouth, sucking slowly, rubbing her thumb over the head intermittently. I groaned, drinking in the sight of her, the way the sunset streaming in made her brown eyes appear golden, the green speckles dotted like constellations in her eyes.
I could drown in that gaze. Instead, I mapped every freckle across the bridge of her nose, the slope of her cheeks, the way her lips puckered as she moved. She took me deeper and I had to force myself to keep from spilling inside her mouth.
“Kitarni. If you keep that up, I’ll be spent before I can really give you what you need.”
She pulled back and licked her lips, a cheeky smile on her face. “And what do I really need?”
I grinned in answer, moving back onto the bed and pulling her with me, turning so she was beneath me. She made to line me up, but I slammed home, giving her no time to adjust as I moved hard and fast, setting a punishing pace as I lifted and dipped my hips and gave her what she really wanted.
Not one to be entirely dominated, she grappled my arms and moved me beneath her, pressing her nails into my chest so hard I hissed. Then she started rocking, sliding along my cock until she was filled to the brim. I could feel every inch of her inner walls, groaning at the friction. I tweaked her nipple as she moved, the other hand moving round to grab her ass as I slammed her down on me again and again.
She cried out, screaming my name as her release came. I continued pumping, riding out her orgasm until I followed not long after, grunting as I spilled inside her. We both crumpled into a heap, gasping as our limbs tangled and she rested her head upon my chest.
Her fingertips traced the sword inked from my chest to the vee above my pants, and I stilled her hand, clenching it to my heart as we lay together.
“Are you afraid, Dante? Of what’s to come?”
She turned to look at me, concern clouding her eyes, and I tucked a strand of hair behind her ears. “I am not afraid to die.”
“Then what are you afraid of?”
I paused, considering her question. “I’m afraid of the unknown. I’m afraid of what comes in the after—whether the gods would permit me a place in brighter lands, or if my destiny lies in the Under World.”
Her lips pursed together. “What’s it like? I didn’t get a chance to ask what happened when we pulled you back. Why you were wearing the crown.”
I sighed. “It was a trap. Death and Fate knew the crown had been hidden there—I’m guessing Sylvie had told Fate as part of their bargain, but when Sylvie was resurrected, Fate never had a chance to interfere before Death whisked her back to the Under World.”
Kitarni grinned. “Tied up like a hog, no less. I’m sure it took some convincing from Death for her to forgive him.”
“Evil little witch,” I said, kissing her wrist. “But you’re correct in one sense. Death would never have allowed Fate to wear the crown, so I think you were the next best thing he could offer. She might be forbidden to lay a hand on you in the Middle World, but the rules don’t apply in their domain. Only the dead are meant to walk in hell. The demons roaming free, the supposed spell you needed to close the gate? It was all a ploy to get your blood so they could open the pocket realm where the crown was stored.”
“And when we sent you down instead, they had to resort to other measures,” Kitarni said, her eyes widening. “There was never any risk of the demons walking the Middle Realm, was there? No price to be paid or balance to restore after Caitlin was burned. It was all to get my blood.”
I nodded. “I made it to the crown, but once a portal had been opened to allow me into the realm, Fate and Death had access too. If I hadn’t put it on, Death would have destroyed me or kept me as Fate’s pet. It’s safe to say there are now two demi-gods wanting my head.”
She snorted. “Death can be a real prick sometimes. He won’t come for you until your time here is done. He’d consider it … impolite.”
“He will come for the crown, though.” I shook my head. “It’s little more than a trinket to assert his right as ruler of the Under World, but he would not risk losing his throne. Fate, on the other hand, wants the crown out of pure greed.”
“That bitch will hold a grudge as long as we live,” Kitarni replied, sighing. “Power is all she’s ever wanted.”
“She will never have it. Death would never allow his consort to wear the crown. You were meant to be her consolation prize.” I chuckled, remembering Fate’s face when I’d put the crown on my head. If looks could kill, those blue eyes of hers would have sliced more than my head off. “Their marriage is certainly odd.”
